The image is burned into my memories.
Anger and hurt mixed with eternal sadness.
It’s madness how our actions cause so much pain.
In the image of you two, all I see is you,
Happy.
The smile that stabbed my heart
And left me to die.
Why couldn’t you smile for me?
Why couldn't I make you happy?
Why couldn't I make myself happy?
I wanted friendship just to make you stay,
Even though you still wanted me
And I couldn't let you go,
But I needed to.
Ice in my mind, but fire in my heart.
The image that put wood in the flames.
You two.
Happy.
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